My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 385: No One is His Match

Lu Lingche did not let go. He didn’t even hesitate; right in front of everyone, he directly grabbed Qiao Yin, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode out of the office.

Qiao Yin was panicked and angry, “Lu Lingche, put me down!”

Dongfang Mu followed them out.

His face still carried a smile but his voice was devoid of any humor. “President Lu, do you really disregard me to the extent of taking my assistant away without a word?”

At his wave, all the bodyguards in the corridor surrounded them, all showing fearsome determination not to let Lu Lingche leave.

Lu Lingche sneered, “Dongfang Mu, do you really think these people can stop me?”

“Whether they can stop you or not, we have to try. I haven’t seen you going all out, why not give me a chance to see it today?”

Qiao Yin didn’t want Lu Lingche to fight with Dongfang Mu and a bunch of bodyguards. She patted his back anxiously, “Let me down. I will leave naturally after I finish work. Are you crazy to drag me away? I have nothing to do with you. I don’t need you to manage!”

If she had cursed him like this in the past, Lu Lingche would definitely be angry.

But it seemed that he had gotten used to her scolding lately. He didn’t take it to heart at all.

He put Qiao Yin down, indifferently pushing her into the office. After sweeping a glance over the group of bodyguards, he said in a cold voice, “Let’s do this. Yuanshan, Yu Fei, step back.”

Yu Fei couldn’t hold back and said, “President Lu…”

“Step back!”

Yan Fei had no choice but to back into the office.

Yuanshan, with his average combat ability, retreated faster than Yu Fei. He was afraid of getting splattered with blood when the fighting started. The ones bleeding would definitely not be President Lu, but the group of daring bodyguards.

One of the bodyguards couldn’t control himself and threw the first punch, and the rest followed suit.

Lu Lingche casually grabbed one person’s arm and threw him into the crowd, taking down a group on his left.

Someone tried to sneak attack him from behind. The attacker’s fist came at him with a gust of wind. He slightly turned his head to dodge the fist, then grabbed the attacker’s arm and twisted it backward sharply.

Both the clear sound of a bone breaking and the attacker’s scream of pain sounded at the same time.

As the attacks came at him from the front, he remained composed. With a swift kick, he sent another bodyguard flying, knocking down yet another group.

As people kept coming at him, he continued to counter.

His movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and running water, as if he had practiced every move thousands of times. His response to the enemy’s various attacks seemed to be engraved in his bones.

His strikes were as fast as lightning, and they were decisive, clean, and deadly.

Five minutes later, as he stood amidst the bodyguards wailing on the ground, he glanced at Qiao Yin. “Ready to leave work? If you don’t, I’ll beat up Dongfang Mu, too.”

Dongfang Mu was not smiling anymore. When he heard Lu Lingche threatening to pummel him, he didn’t even react.

He couldn’t understand; how had Lu Lingche — a Second Young Master of the Lu Family — made himself into something akin to an assassin? Many of the lethal moves Lu Lingche had used were employed mainly by assassins, right?

And Qiao Yin’s eyes were filled with shock!

She knew he could fight, but she didn’t expect him to be this powerful.

The bodyguards were either spitting blood, had broken bones, or were unconscious. Yet he stood there straight and cold, as if nothing had happened.

Even his suit was still immaculate without a wrinkle.

When he said he would hit Dongfang Mu, he meant it. It was not a threat.

Qiao Yin was worried that Dongfang Mu would get hit, so she quickly said, “I’m off work now! Young Master Mu, I’m leaving first!”

Before Dongfang Mu could react, Lu Lingche had already grabbed Qiao Yin’s hand, pulling her out of the office and into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and then descended rapidly.

Qiao Yin’s hand was wrapped in his large hand. Her hand was cold and sweaty, while his was warm and dry.

She couldn’t help but look at him.

Even after the fight, his heartbeat seemed to remain steady. His hand was steady, too. There was no sweat, no shaking, as ordinary people might have after a fight.

He was just like a battle machine!

Now, she completely believed his words.

He really had been sent to an assassin organization by his parents, where he had truly undergone inhumane training and torture..